What a relief to get out of Brussels! I walked out my smelly hotel, past all the sex shops and the sanitation workers cleaning the streets of the previous night’s litter, and went to Hotel Mozart for the free breakfast I had been promised.
I was listening to an audiobook of Ray Bradbury’s Something Wicked This Way Comes yesterday when there was a line so intoxicating that I had to stop in the street, rewind it, and then quickly google it before I forgot it (because it’s hard to mark a page in an audiobook).
K C Murdarasi 